"Perhaps you're strong, but unfortunately, you ran into me!" Only Madara and the bear-type Soul Master remained in the arena, facing each other from afar amid the slaughterhouse paved with severed limbs and mangled corpses. The bear-type Soul Master savoredly licked the blood-drenched claws, tasting the flavor of slaughter as he slowly spoke with a savage smile.
"You think you've got me cornered already?" Madara sneered disdainfully, not taking the man before him seriously at all. Even trapped in danger, he could not conceal his wild and unyielding aura as he looked down on this seemingly foolish yet incredibly cunning big bear.
Perhaps wanting Madara to die knowing the truth, the bear-type Soul Master looked down at the short figure before him and mocked, his gaze treating Madara as though he were already dead. "Kid! I'm a Soul Douluo. If I hadn't just entered the City of Slaughter and lacked enough wins, why would I be fighting trash like you?"
"Then let's see who the real trash is!" A cold gleam surged in Madara's eyes. As he spoke, he flicked his wrist and hurled several ninja tools, their chilling gleams flashing as they shot toward the bear-type Soul Master's vital points from all kinds of strange and vicious angles.
But a bear-type Soul Master who had reached the level of Soul Douluo was naturally no pushover. Though surprised that Madara had thrown out several weapons, he promptly raised his thick bear paws to shield the vital parts of his face.
Pfft! Pfft!
The power of Madara's ninja tools was not to be underestimated. They instantly pierced through the bear-type Soul Master's thick fur and embedded themselves in his body, making him roar in pain.
But Madara had already flashed before him. The heavy scythe slashed down diagonally with the speed